Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.